Matt Greenblatt Poems

In the stairwell shuffle feet
Breathing in that liquid heat
Seeking some abstact relief
From the destitute concrete
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I once entered an angry car
More than once perhaps it was
And in its lividness I rode
Scarring throught the peaceful streets
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The thing I remember most
About that May was
Being terribly short on cash
Feeling somewhat desparate
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The dying summer hours
Where the parched grass cracks
Beneath your feet
And the road still burns
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Millenia ago you spat us forth
Upon this wretched land
To crispen in the sun
As the crashing waves
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Its purposes are scribbled down on doctors' scripts
Its meanings hidden in cryptic messages
Like take two daily only after eating
Though that full stomach offers little comfort
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Down on their luck
They decided to take rooms in that house
Sheltered by the crumbling walls
Of the lampless corridors
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I can sense the train's approach
Its minute, dull oscillations
Its soft tenor rumble
That builds to whining brakes
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I once dreamt
That I was alone
In a clearing and
Somehow I'd been paralyzed
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Crawling rats
In all the alley ways
And on the pantry's floor
Dodging every trap i set
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